do not normally make bold predictions. It is usually best to leave that up to the Nostradamus’s of the world.

Yet every now and then I get the mosquito itch to pick up the old magic eight ball and shake it. (Hey, please do not judge, for I am only human. After all, the magic eight ball is one addicting fortune-telling contraption)

Recently, I begged the question, while shaking the ball like a fresh container of orange juice: Could New York Yankees center field extraordinaire Curtis Granderson sneak up into the AL MVP race this season?